She should warn Eric. He probably didn’t follow the Flames, maybe didn’t even follow basketball.“BMOC.”“Like Prof. Pierce says, he’s impor...ant.” With her last statement, Candy began to cry. Maybe she had just realized how bad her situation was accusing a basketball star. Maybe, she’d just got to the end of her tether. You couldn’t blame her for crying in either case. She gathered Candy into her arms and rocked her a little.“Look,” Eric said, “I’m not the enemy.”“I didn’t say you were,” Candy. I told him that I would not buyhim any clothes. He would have to get his own. Shirley told him he couldshare hers but he had to let her pick out what she would let him have. He helped with the dishes after dinner. Mason and he went to his room towatch TV until it was time for the company to leave. Oh, one thing more,he didn't want to be called Sissy anymore; we were to call him Dawn.The next few weeks were a pleasure at our house. I never knew who wasgoing to be there. Whether it was Dick,. It was the end of three long days at the convention and I was tired. I had come down to the NASCAR Cafe for a sandwich, mainly because it was the only bar in the Sahara that didn't have video poker...I lose a lot of money playing video poker. Well there I am with my beer and sandwich, and I glance toward the entrance just as she's strutting toward a table.Convincing she was not, a crossdresser without question. But pretty, really pretty. And the way she walked, shit, I was getting hard just. "That's a long story, let's leave it for now. You're still just as beautiful as I remember."His husky voice sent shivers down my spine. The music stopped just in time to save me from making a response. I moved out of his arms."Thanks for the dance, Luke. It was good seeing you again." I turned and started to walk away."Cat, wait." His hand slid from my elbow to my upper arm and held me in place. "I'd like to see you again. We have some things to discuss." He tipped my chin up, forcing my eyes.